The sight of a perfectly pert rear end, clad in cherry print ruffle edged pajama shorts, pertruding slightly from behind the fridge door brought a low whistle from Brian's lips as he walked into the kitchen.

"God that's a beautiful view," he stated lowly, walking up behind Izzy, wrapping tattooed arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, inspecting the contents of the cold cabinet with her.

"And I could have easily been Amber you know...and then how would you have felt?" Izzy asked with a smile.

"Well 1) I know Amber's still sitting out on the front porch talking to Matt....and 2) I'd recognise that gorgeous ass anywhere," Brian murmured kissing her cheek.

"Is that chocolate fudge cake?" he enquired, pressing himself closer against Izzy to inspect the dessert in the fridge.

Izzy managed to steady her breathing, the feel of Brian's bare chest against her back causing small warm tingles of excitement to rush through her.

"Er...yes...Amber made it yesterday.Would you like some?" she offered softly, trying to ignore the effect he was having on her.

"If it tastes as good as it looks, then I'd love some," Brian answered, his lips close to her ear, the innuendo in his voice so apparent.

Izzy reached for the plate and carefully took it from the fridge, Brian stepping back from her so she could place it on the counter. Cutting two generous slices of the rich dessert, and carefully placing them on the plates Brian had set down next to her, Izzy watched Brian as he took a seat on one of the high stools opposite her, not able to stop her eyes raking over his well defined chest and toned abdomen, trying not to let her gaze linger too long on the way the gray plaid pajama bottoms he wore sat low on his narrow hips.

Turning to get two forks from the drawer, the need to focus on something other than the undoubtedly beautiful specimen that sat over from her, Izzy pushed one of the plates in Brian's direction. A small nagging doubt in the back of Izzy's mind told her that tonight and resisting any form of temptation was not going to be the walk in the park she had first imagined. There was also another part of Izzy that found her deciding she wouldn't care. A little surprised that she was even thinking that way, Izzy placed the cake back in the fridge.

"How about we take this up to bed?" Brian suggested as she closed the fridge door, already standing, plates in hand.

Izzy returned the smirk he wore, not missing the playful glint in his chocolate brown eyes. It appeared she wasn't alone in considering throwing caution to the wind tonight.

"In a hurry?" she asked as Brian hastily made his way to the stairs.

"I've spent most of my day with Matt...and now I want some time for us that's all," he told her with a wink.

"I'll be right up, I'll just say night to Amber," Izzy stated, carefully opening the front door in the hope she wasn't interupting.

"Just wanted to say goodnight," she told the couple softly, smiling at the sight of Amber and Matt sitting on the porch swing together.

"Sleep well," Amber replied, returning the smile.

"Yeah, night Izzy....tell Brian I'll call him tomorrow," Matt added.

Izzy nodded, closing the door as carefully as she had opened it. Taking a deep breath, she ascended the stairs to her room. Brian sat leaning against the headboard, his long legs sprawled out in front of him. Izzy settled herself next to him, picking up her plate and enjoying a mouthful of the cake.

"So Miss Hamilton, it's been a while since this boy had a sleepover...what's the plan? Doing our hair, painting our nails....?"

"You idiot!" Izzy laughed, nudging his arm with her elbow.

"Oh shit!" Brian exclaimed.

Izzy giggled at the blob of cake that had fallen from Brian's fork onto his chest.

"That was your fault...best you clean it up," Brian scolded with a wink.

Izzy hesitated briefly, well aware of Brian's gaze concentrated on her before she reached over, scooping the mess up with her finger. Lifting her hand towards his mouth, Brian's lips parted in anticipation, his eyes widening as Izzy smeared the gooey mess down his cheek.

"Oh now you've done it!" he growled playfully, taking her plate and placing it down next to his before grabbing her legs to pull her down onto the bed.

Brian's long fingers tickled Izzy mercilessly as he rubbed his face against hers, covering her in chocolate.

"Brian! That's enough!" Izzy shrieked, trying to free herself from his grip, gasping for breath as she laughed.

"You started it," he chuckled, taking hold of her hands. "C'mon...let's get cleaned up."

"I can't get up," Izzy sighed breathlessly.

Pulling her into a sitting position, Brian stood at the edge of the bed, bending a little to take Izzy in his arms, wrapping her legs around him so he could carry her through to the bathroom. As he opened the bedroom door, Amber just stared at them as she stood at the top of the stairs, taking in their dishevelled appearance and current position.

"I'm not even going to ask," she muttered, hurrying for her room, closing the door firmly behind her.

Brian grinned as he walked into the bathroom, setting Izzy down on the counter top. Taking a facecloth and wetting it under the faucet, Brian gently washed the chocolate from Izzy's face, his brown eyes holding the attention of her blue ones.

"That's better," Brian murmured, watching in fascination as Izzy took the cloth from him and returned the gesture.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply at the feel of her carefully washing his chest. His heart felt as though it were pounding against his ribs, the sensation of Izzy's gentle motions against his skin causing the most incredible stirring within him. Brian's eyes opened only once he realised Izzy had stopped. Long fingers caressed her cheek as he leaned in a little, his lips finding hers. Izzy's legs found their way back around his waist, her hands playing with his hair, parting her lips, allowing his tongue to steal inside her mouth. Brian couldn't stop the groan that escaped him, loving that for all her innocence, Izzy had a way of turning him on like he'd never known anyone to manage before.

Trailing his hand along her thigh, Brian's fingers slid under the hem of the shorts she wore, the calloused tips rough against the smoothness of her milky white skin. His free hand slipped beneath her hair, gently massaging the back of her neck. Izzy pressed herself against him, a rush of excitement and want causing her to moan softly at Brian's touch.

"We need to stop," Brian murmured against her lips, not wanting to lose the contact they had.

"No...we really don't," Izzy answered.

Brian leaned back a little, searching Izzy's eyes to make sure she knew what she was saying, needing to know that she was completely sure this was what she wanted.

"If you don't hurry up and take me back to the bedroom....I may change my mind," Izzy told him, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

"Like hell you will," Brian stated, picking her up, loving the way she managed to switch from unsure of herself, to a confident woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

Brian lay next to Izzy on the bed, drinking every detail of her features, the way her eyes sparkled, her red hair falling in waves across her shoulder, the small cluster of freckles on her shoulders on otherwise unblemished pale skin. Resting his hand on her hip, he pulled her a little closer, kissing her tenderly. His lips travelled along her jawline, finding her neck as he eased her onto her back.

Izzy tilted her head back a little, holding her breath as Brian kissed down her throat towards her chest, his hands pushing the soft material of the white lace trimmed camisole she wore up her body, exposing her perfectly rounded breasts, his fingers brushing against her skin as she raised herself a little, Brian removing her top and discarding it quickly, eager to return his attention back to her.

His tongue glided down the valley between her breasts, before slowly tracing teasing circles around her nipples, already hardened by the thrill of his touch. Izzy arched her back, the pleasure flowing through her almost too much to handle, soft moans betraying her. Placing gentle kisses along her flat toned stomach, his hands lightly running down the smooth curves of her waist and hips, Brian's fingers toyed with the waistband of her shorts, slowly untying the red ribbon that fastened them. He ceased his actions as Izzy gasped lightly.

"Too fast?" he asked in a whisper, relieved as Izzy shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her deliciously full lips.

Gliding the shorts down her legs with ease, Brian took a moment to appreciate the woman who was captivating him and causing emotions to build up in him that he hadn't thought he would ever experience again. Settling himself a little further down the bed, Izzy tensed at the feel of his warm breath on her inner thighs, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on the top of her leg as he slowly let his tongue run along her opening. Izzy's hands balled around the covers, gripping them tightly, her almost inaudible, yet encouraging moans lengthening along with each deliberately tantalising movement of Brian's tongue.

Her slender fingers ran through his hair, tugging slightly as a warmth she had never experienced began to rise from the pit of her stomach and overtake her. Izzy's breath hitched in her throat, her hips raising as what she could only imagine complete ecstacy must feel like surged though her. Brian groaned as he tasted her, revelling in the gratification he felt as Izzy climaxed.

Brian stood to remove his bottoms, a thought suddenly flashing through his mind.

"In the drawer," Izzy told him breathlessly, as if she knew what he was thinking.

Brian quickly grabbed what he needed, sheathing himself, not wanting to wait any longer to feel her around him. Lowering himself back on the bed, nestling between her legs, he slowly guided himself into her, the tightness he felt almost too much to take. Placing an arm either side of her, Brian pressed his lips to Izzy's, his tongue slowly massaging against hers to the same rhythm of each slow thrust inside her. Izzy's legs wrapped around his waist, Brian sliding deeper inside her, her hips meeting his each time with the perfect pace he set.

"You're beautiful Izzy," he murmured, his brown eyes darkening as he held her gaze, watching her intently, fascinated by the serenity that seemed to ooze from her as he made love to her. It was new to him, making Brian realise that this was how it was meant to be.

Encouraged as Izzy's hips bucked, her breathing short, her body beginning to tremble, Brian thrust into her quicker. Izzy's nails dug into his back as she tightened around him, Brian hissing at the pleasure the pain brought him. Her hands roamed the contours of his back as she let go, her head flung back into the pillows, Brian nipping at her neck. Izzy breathed his name like some form of mantra as he plunged his length as deep as he could, quickly bringing her to another orgasm, groaning deeply as she spilled over him.

"Fuck...Izzy....oh god."

Blood seemed to rush to his head as he felt her tighten and constrict around him, making him want to join her, to feel the same intense pleasure. With a final thrust, Brian cried out her name, releasing himself, a shiver running through him that he'd never felt before. Slowly pulling out of her, Brian rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he tried to regain his breath. He slowly opened them, a lazy smile adorning his face.

"Thank you," he whispered, nuzzling his nose to hers.

Izzy gave him a confused look, not quite sure what he meant.

"I'm sorry?" she breathed.

"Thank you...for showing me how it's supposed to be," he told her, capturing her lips with his, knowing that he'd found the woman he could happily spend the rest of his days with.